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"Xiao Mo, do you really intend to agree with Britain as an intermediary to negotiate with the American political axe about those crews?" Standing in front of the villa, Fan Qingqing hugged Li Mo's arm, glanced at the car in front of the door, and asked angrily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Before, she knew very well how much Li Mo hated the American political axe, but as soon as the British ambassador came to the door, Li Mo agreed to the American political axe's attempt to solve the problem of the 'Jewel' cargo ship and the crew through private negotiations, which was completely inconsistent with Li Mo's surname and habits. He couldn't let go of an 'enemy' so easily.

"What do you think?" Li Mo pinched Fan Qingqing's nose, shook his head and smiled, "These crew members may have committed crimes themselves, but so what, it has nothing to do with me." Our enemy is the American political axe, and making a big fuss about the 'Jewel' freighter will at most make the United States lose face a little, but it can't hurt them in substance, so why don't I take advantage of the fact that the outside world thinks that I am seizing the 'Jewel' for the sake of revenge for the Somalis killed on flight XX123, and exchange some benefits for the British and American political axes? You know, I'm very angry right now, and so do Britain and the Americans, so they have to pay a price to appease my anger and I can get rid of the crew. ”

Fan Qingqing couldn't help but show a sudden look when she heard this, she knew that Li Moke was not a good person, how could she easily let go of this opportunity to strike at the American political axe, it turned out that she weighed the pros and cons and thought that the 'Jewel' and the American political axe really had nothing to do with it, even if all the crew members of the 'Jewel' were sent to prison, it was not interesting. Li Mo took the opportunity to ask for benefits this time, and then waited for a more suitable opportunity to retaliate. he

He wouldn't let the enemy go so easily.

"Just in this case, what are you going to do with the castle?" Fan Qingqing showed a hint of hesitation on his face, and then asked softly hesitantly.

The castle in her mouth refers to the Arab castle where Yang Xiaorou and her family live, and here refers to Yang Xiaorou's mother and daughter, after all, Liu Zhengdong disappeared in the air crash, which is what really made Li Mo make the seizure of the 'Jewel', otherwise the death of more than a dozen ordinary Somali people will at most make Li Mo write down a crime again for the American political axe, and he will not jump out at this time to wrestle with the United States.

At this time, if Li Mo suddenly releases the 'Jewel,' it will also be a blow to Li Mo's own prestige, and many people will surely speculate that the seizure of the 'Jewel' is a pretext, a bargaining chip to take advantage of the United States. In that way, Li Mo's image will really become a greedy and despicable villain.

"I'll explain over there." After Li Mo finished speaking, an ambiguous smile appeared on his face, and he whispered in Fan Qingqing's ear.

"Phew...... Rogue! Fan Qingqingqiao's face flushed, and she couldn't help but beat Li Mo and scolded.

On the Yantai on the second floor of the villa, on a precious handmade carpet, two delicate bodies were tightly entangled, and the seductive moans sounded in a short time, and soon dissipated in the blowing sea breeze.

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Tel Aviv, a light-skinned Arab walks down a quiet tree-lined alley in a city of 3.8 million people, the vast majority of whom are Jews, and more than 300,000 of them are of other descent, of which only a few hundred thousand are Arabs.

In recent years, especially in the 90s, the intensification of terrorist and violent attacks against Tel Aviv by Palestinian and Arab world radical groups has led the city's administrators to limit the number of people who do not belong to Jewish origin.

However, the population level of a large city is definitely not something that can be easily changed and solved by managers, and in Tel Aviv, there are still tens of thousands of unregistered foreigners working here, of which Arabs account for a considerable proportion.

The Arab, who was passing by on the boulevard, felt the wary look in the eyes of several older Israelis as if he were about to carry out a terrorist attack.

If he is really an Arab, he may be angry, or he may be accustomed to it, but in fact, this light-skinned Arab is a member of the second detachment of the Meteor Commando, and his internal code name is 'Eye', which can be seen from the literal understanding, this person must have a specialty in the eyes, and the specialty of the eyes is to be good at observation and remember the surname very well.

At this time, after Babulu, the son of the exterminated tribal chief, uses a secret recipe to apply makeup, the eye becomes a black worker who fled to Tel Aviv from Iraq to escape the war, that is, a migrant worker who is not registered and in the official rank.

Today is the weekend, and Ali's eyes are hanging out in the southern seaside of Tel Aviv, which, near the Eastern Mediterranean, is the place where the citizens of Tel Aviv and even other tourists come to spend the weekend during the weekend vacation, swimming and surfing, and the beach is full of playing families.

About three kilometers from the sea in the waterfront area, there is a gray building near the mouth of the Yakon River, looming among the shady trees.

The gray building is only three floors, but it occupies an extremely large area, and in a city that is expanding rapidly, such a piece of land is worth a lot even in the suburbs. But no one ever thought of attacking the idea of fighting here, because this is the Mossad headquarters that belonged to the place where the Israelites once revered the birth hero of the most.

Leaning against the trunk of a large tree on the side of the road, the 'eyes' bit a freshly picked leaf in their mouths, and looked around casually and aimlessly, as if they were a child who had no money to go to the playground and could only look at them from afar. When passers-by saw him, they either ignored him, disdainful him, or showed the slightest sympathy, but none of them came up to talk to him and comfort the 'poor man'.

Half an hour later, under the original tree, the poor Arab man was long gone, and no one would remember him.

In a seaside hotel in Batyam, a satellite city south of Tel Aviv, two East Asians stay in a room plotting something.

Two days later, the day after the Jasmine Revolution in Tunisia, a group of Arab workers drove a dilapidated truck under the banner of a construction company on a street in the Tel Aviv waterfront district. Rushed to the side of the road and pulled the trigger on a black car that had just started.

"Da da da ......" In the frightened eyes of dozens of car drivers and hundreds of pedestrians, a rocket was also fired from the hand of an Arab worker in the truck, and flew straight towards the black bulletproof car.

"Bang!" The huge explosion and shock wave of the rocket, only a dozen meters away, directly knocked over this bulletproof car that claimed to be able to defend against rocket attacks. This group of 'arrogant' Arab workers still drove the truck unrelentingly, rushing towards the tumbling car, and one after another extremely penetrating bullets were fired on the car, splashing sparks one after another.

"Ah......h Does it have anything to do with these ordinary Israelites?

At this time, the safety of their own lives is the most important.

However, not all of them fled in all directions, but some were rushing towards the place where the exchange of fire was taking place, such as two police officers on duty on the street with small pistols while calling for support at headquarters.

"Da ......" A certain Arab worker noticed these two heroic policemen, turned his gun and shot two people who had not had time to evade it, and killed two people with an ordinary AK rifle with heavy recoil with a serious recoil from the muzzle, which was definitely not something ordinary bandits could do.

"Head, we've got thirty seconds left." With that, an Arab worker raised his AK and fired two shots at what appeared to be a white sedan that appeared to protect a bulletproof car, which rushed straight onto the pavement as if it were drunk, motionless.

"Is the target's car an armored car, I think we have injured the target at most, and it seems that we have to implement the third plan. Little Liu, you go. The Arab, whom his men called 'Head,' whispered a few words, and then commanded one of his men who was carrying a bazooka.

The subordinate put down the bazooka, took out two cigarette cartridge-sized boxes from under his feet, and under the cover of his companions, rushed towards the black bulletproof car that was leaning on the ground, and when he reached the edge of the exposed territory of the bulletproof vehicle, he pressed the two black cigarette cases in his hand against the gap in the closed door, and when he took his hand away, the two cigarette cases were still glued there.

Turning back and making an OK gesture to his companion, he rushed back to the truck with his head down. At some point, there was a remote control on the top of his head in his palm, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see the panicked driver and the old man inside through the black bulletproof car glass. When the truck sped away more than ten meters away, he turned around and pressed the remote control button with a smirk.

"Boom ......Boom" A series of tens of kilograms of TNT exploded at the same time, and the black bulletproof car was immediately blown apart, and one of the tires of the car was washed into the sky by a huge shock wave, chasing the truck and almost hitting an Arab bandit with his neck outstretched.

This is a new type of specially made bomb that is more than ten times more powerful than the C4.

(To be continued)